12:26 p.m. - August 17, 2004
But what if there weren't? What if this is something I needed to purge the craziness I try so hard to hide? My life isn't step-on-a-crack-break-your-mother's-back but it is an exacting give-take where I'm the supplicant and punisher both, appeasing the dark shadows that flit over my shoulders seeking to pounce at indiscretion and failure.
What should have happened:
I overslept, arrived to class late, with half the students waiting as they were asked to and the other half taking off, my supervisor finds out and chides me for being late, I feel terrible and incompetent. As punishment, no dinner or no sleep (better to ensure I don't oversleep again), the onus on me to be a far more engaging and successful teacher Wednesday. A tidy balance, nice and neat.
What did happen:
I overslept, completed bowel movement and shower in record time (is that what causes hemorrhoids?), didn't have to shave because I shaved yesterday, dressed and ironed my shirt, was on the road by 8:15 a.m. Raced down the parkway to the beltway and then to the Georgetown Pike, right up to the gates, found a spot in front of the building, ran up the steps and down the hall, and made it into my classroom to be greeted by 2, with the remainder traipsing in a moment later. Taught the lesson, released them for lunch. And now I sit in my office wondering how I pulled it off.
How did I pull it off, and what will be exacted later? See how this mind betrays me, how it splits and does as it pleases? It would be simple enough to say I was late and the morning worked out well, period, end of story, case closed. Substitute normal for simple and I see how far I have to go until these things can be shrugged off.